Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
They're Mick pricks.
Oh.
You have no idea.
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
Heh. Miracle drug.
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
Right as rain is.
Getting it done.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
I never had the nerve To love you
Run them through Dungloe.
Realization There's no easy way to be free
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
I'm glad he's doing good.
Come on, Clay.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
Tell me you killed my wife.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
How was the walkabout?
Holy shit.
I'm right here, baby.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
What do you think, gentlemen?
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
...or we find you and we do this again.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
It's bullshit.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
I missed you, bro.
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
No! No! No!
Expensive car.
- He was brown. Right.